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"Oh, darling. You can't fix yourself by breaking someone else."
Every young woman wants to marry Aryan Sheikh, the young, handsome Prince and a self-made businessman. His eyes are set on Yasmin Omer, the girl who has re...
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Wessam Town –4th August 2018
MALIKA GRABBED THE SEAT handle, skin tingling. Heartbeats stumbled over their rhythm.
She spotted five black cars on the runway from the airplane's window. Stern men in black suits stood in a long line. A tall man with a tattooed neck stood by Marissa in the exact middle.
"That's her," Zaeem blurted, unbuckling the seatbelt.
"I figured it out. Who is the man beside her?"
"Marcos, he is her right hand. He is fast, dangerous, and good at combat."
Due to Zaeem's sudden rise in social class, it became impossible for them to even leave the house. Reporters, paparazzi, and onlookers were always at the gate or their office. To travel commercial was ludicrous. Hence, he charted a plane.
Somewhat, they didn't expect to find Marissa and her army waiting for them on the runway.
"I'm terrified," she whispered.
"She won't hurt you. She cannot," he affirmed, grabbing her hand.
Malika, however, let go of his hand. She stood up, adjusted her plain white blouse, and wore her black sunglasses.
"We should not display affection in front of her. Marissa is a ticking time bomb. Let's not test her limit," Malika suggested.
"Where will you stay?"
"A hotel in Sandoria"
Zaeem's lips curved and he grabbed her arms to make her face him.
"Malika, where will you stay?" he asked, enunciating every word.
She repeated, "A hotel in Sandoria, the same place where we had our first date although we didn't say date at the time."
"Be careful, I won't be able to stay with you in Athador."
"I'm aware. Marissa is influential but Athador is my country."
Zaeem stepped out first. Malika followed and stopped in front of Marissa and her favorite goon.
"Welcome to Athador, Malika, or should I say, welcome home?" Marissa greeted.
"Hello Marissa, nice to meet you," she replied.
"I owe you big time. All of this wouldn't have been possible without your permission. Not many women agree to their husband's second wedding."
Malika smiled. She is treading on a thread. If she isn't careful, she'll fall at any given moment.
